Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Fun on the front porch

It's likely it won't be 73 degrees when I arrive home from work today, but yesterday was simply glorious. Z had lots of fun telling me that I was the baby and I "needed to go to sleep and stay in my bed." She would head for the door and say, "I'm going downstairs!" Then, seconds later she'd say, "What's wrong? You thirsty? You want some water?"

Froggy boots
Z opens the front door
Z looks at Mama
Z sweeps the front porch